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Elucien Week has come to an end!

Becca ( @vanserrasvalkyrie​ ) and I ( @ladyvanserra​ ) wanted to thank each and every one of you that created/shared something for our Elucien week! It was so much fun and wonderful to see you all spreading the Elucien love!

And on that note, we also some fun stuff planned in the future to celebrate other characters we love! 

You can follow these two blogs here @lucienweek and @bandofexilesweek​ in preparation! More details will come as we get closer to each event. We appreciate you all and hope you will be excited to show Lucien and the Band of Exiles some love! 

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Prompt: “watching you dancing in the kitchen, I could call you my new religion” those lyrics always make me🥺

If you’ve gotten a ton of prompts though, don’t worry about doing this one!

Elucien Week

Day 7: Free Choice: A Swift Dance

Author's note: This is my last one for today! I do have two more to do and I'll get them tomorrow. Thank you guys so much for the prompts and for such an amazing week. This is also written for @fearlesslyhappy who asked for Elucien fluff maybe with Elain baking.

Lucien shrugged his fawn brown leather jacket on, swiping his keys off the countertop. Elain is already busying herself in the kitchen. Pulling out cupcake liners, mixing bowls, sugar, and everything else she needs to bake cupcakes for Feyre’s baby shower. A carton of eggs settled on her hips as she scrolled through her phone. She didn’t have her done today. Opting to keep it up in a messy bun due to her busy day in their open kitchen. He couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving her to go watch a game and day drink with Jurian. In her words that morning, she focused better on baking when there wasn’t a delicious ginger snap at her side. Which resulted in quite a shower that morning. Still he hated leaving her alone on a day that would be completely draining for her.

“Are you sure?”

Elain slid the eggs on the countertop, turning to step towards him. She patted him over the leather jacket, leaning up to place a swift kiss on his lips. “Yes! Now go.” She turned him around shoving him out of the kitchen. “I love baking. It’s therapeutic for me. Now go get drunk and watch a game. Bring me dinner later. It will be just me, my baking, and my girl Taylor.”

“Taylor?” he asked. “Since when have you had a friend named Taylor?”

“Yeah, Taylor Swift.” She showed him her phone and her playlist of Elain’s baking jams. Filled primarily with Taylor Swift. Of course it was. He should have known.

“Right. Obviously. Well you and Taylor have fun then.” He kissed her on the cheek then lips taking Elain in his arms and pressing her against the counter. His tongue brushing along the seam of her mouth encircling around hers as Elain sighed wantonly against him. Before they could get anywhere he broke it off. “If you need help-”

“I won’t.” she argued

“But if you do.” Lucien made his way to the front door. “Just call.”

“I will.” Their lips met once more. “I love you.”

Lucien gave her a crooked grin, their eyes meeting and just as the first time he met her all those years ago. He felt a slight flutter in his gut. “I love you.”

“Great. Now go.” Elain pushed him out the door, locking it behind him

Lucien brushed his fingers through his hair heading to their four door car, reaching into his pocket for his phone. He clamped down on both coat pockets, only his keys were in the left side. He checked his jean pockets only his wallet was there.

"Damnit," he muttered turning back around to walk inside.

He wasn’t surprised to hear the music blasting already, the entire house sounding like a concern. Elain was singing at the top of her lungs. Regardless of how loud it was in the house somehow her voice went beyond that. Lucien paid no mind running up the stairs and into their bedroom. There was his phone still on the charger atop his nightstand where he left it last night.

Good. He didn’t have to disturb her. Lucien jogged down the stairs. As he did, he noticed her shadow moving on the wall and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. His wife of two years was dancing around in their kitchen while gathering ingredients. The smart thing would be to just leave. But he had to soak up this moment while he could. While his presence wasn’t known to her. And then she grabbed the spatula and sang like her life truly depended on it. If he wasn’t married to her yet, he would of dropped to one knee right there in their kitchen.

The second Elain closed the door, she hit play on her the beginning of Lover came through on their kitchen Bluetooth speaker. If there was one thing they both loved more than traveling, baking, reading or each other, it was music. Elain and Lucien had a Bluetooth speaker for pretty much every room in their house and one outside on the patio. There was also a record player in their living room. According to Cassian they had the most bangin records collection. Which meant her brother in law came by at least once a week. Lucky for her that day wouldn’t be today. She couldn’t have distractions today. Except Taylor Swift that is.

Elain stepped into the kitchen, her sanctuary in the home quickly preheating her oven. She turned the volume up so loud she couldn’t even hear her own voice nor her husband who walked back inside as she started to sing:

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

Pouring the dry ingredients into a bowl mixing them together Elain clutched the bowl as she swayed to the beat. Once that was done, she poured the milk and cracked the eggs in a smaller bowl grabbing a whisk and stirring. Once she was satisfied, Elain poured dry and wet together in a larger bowl mixing the first batch of cupcakes. Continuing to sing at the top of her lungs.

And this is our place, we make the rules

She switched the bowl for the cupcake liners, placing them in her tray. Grabbing a spatula Elain slowly and carefully poured the mix into the liners. Though she finished pouring the batter equally into each liner, Elain held firm to the bowl using it as a dancing partner as she twirled.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Can I go where you go?

Preparing for the chorus, Elain grabbed a spatula switching it out for the bowl spinning around and around the kitchen island. Her hands threw out while she swirled, bringing the silicone part of her spatula to her mouth. Clutching the side of the counter as she shut her eyes, she shook her head wildly and belted out:

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

Her music came to an abrupt halt as Lucien’s ringtone came through. Elain paused mid-swish of her hips walking over to her phone. He hadn’t been gone for more than two minutes. Why the hell was he calling so soon? Elain removed her Bluetooth and swiped her thumb over the call anyway, “Hey babe. Everything okay?”

Then she heard the click steps on the tile and froze. “Oh…” he trailed off hanging the phone and turning her around. “Everything is great.” a wild grin on his lips. Her face eyes grew in shock, her mouth dropping open. He gripped her waist, his amused grin only growing with each passing second. “How often do you dance and swing like a twelve year old into her hairbrush?" He swayed her in the middle of the kitchen, the sun peering through the windows behind their sink like a spotlight. “You know flower, I have to say, watching you dancing in the kitchen, I could call you my new religion.”

“Is that so?” she countered with a giggle passing her. “Seeing my killer moves I’ve been told is a religious experience.”

“So where do I become a member of the Church of Elain? I’m ready to be a devout...Elainite.” he teased, spinning her then dipping Elain.

“An Elainite.” She mocked. “You’re ridiculous.” she laughed. “Go to your game.”

“One dance and I’ll get out of your way.” Lucien pulled her back up. “Finish the song you were playing and I’ll go.” Elain stared into his russet eyes, the color soothing like that of crisp autumn leaves, her heart skipping a beat. She reached for the phone connecting to the Bluetooth. Lucien winked knowing he had won this round. “I know what you’re thinking but I didn’t come back to help. I left my phone upstairs.”

“Just shut up and dance with me. Your goddess of your new found religion says so.”

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Elucien week : day seven

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the sun rises: a long overdue epilogue

In honor of @elucienweek​, I decided to go back and finish this story, three years later. This silly little fic holds a special place in my heart, and I’m happy to finally mark it complete. Dedicated to all my fellow Elucien clowns who’ve made this fandom such a warm and cozy place. <3 Summary:  Fate has tied their souls together; now they just need to get to know each other. A simple, slow burn post-ACOWAR Elucien fic–EPILOGUE.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 Home. That word had always felt so tenuous, so intangible, like a song playing in another room, to another audience. “I’ve never had a real home,” he said softly. He turned to look at her, and the sadness in her gaze smote his heart; because he knew it was not pity–it was grief and anger, and beneath all that, a promise. “I’ve been without a home for so long, I feared I wouldn’t be able to recognize one if I ever found it. But maybe now…” He brought his hand up to her face and brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Maybe I do.” AO3 link!

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“Let’s go pearl hunting in the Summer Court!” Elain was bursting with excitement and Lucien found himself unable to refuse such a request. ☺️🥺💜

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Day 7: Free Choice (also this prompt is adorable and at some point I'd love to write them actually pearl hunting. Can we imagine Lucien's face at Elain in bathing suit. He'd lose his mind)

Elain took to the stairs two at a time, clutching a book in her arms, wishing she could winnow. Winnow would get her to their rooms faster than her two legs. Not even fae speed seemed fast enough. Currently it was her only method of travel. Thought the thought of tugging on her bond to bring Lucien to her did cross her mind. It mattered not. She was almost there anyway. In fact, Elain had reached their floor. The only thing in her way now was the long hall and a door of course. Bundling her skirts in her hand and the book, A guide to the Summer Court in another, she rushed down the sunlight path with excitement in her heart.

Reaching the door, Elain shoved herself through slamming it shut. Lucien nearly fell out of his chair at her arrival. “Do you know how to swim?”

He looked at her in disbelief. He made a noise between a laugh and a huff. “Do I know how to swim? Yes?”

Her nose scrunched up tilting her head. “That doesn’t sound confident.”

“I’m over 350 yrs old Elain.” he deadpanned. “ I promise I can swim.” He placed a pen he was holding down on a desk. Folding his arms over, crossing his stretched out legs. “Why are you asking?”

"Because..." she replied in a singsong voice. A smiled so wide all her teeth showed. Sharp cheekbones rose in delight as she flipped the book in her hands towards him. “THIS!”

Lucien tucked a curled fist beneath his chin, squinting at the title on the book in hear hands. “A guide to the summer court.” their eyes met. “You want to go swimming at the summer court? There are springs and lakes throughout the Day Court love. We don’t have to travel far.”

Elain spun the book around, thumbing the pages until she found the right one. Elain crossed the distance settling in his welcomed lap. Instinctively, Lucien curled an arm around her waist, his chin settling on her shoulder as he read the words off the page the illustrations of oysters and muscles and pearls.

“Pearl Hunting!” she exclaimed. Turning to look at him with childlike joy. His heart nearly melted at how giddy she was about this. The second he felt her joy through the bond he knew whatever it was she discovered was an automatic yes. For Elain, for the woman who taught him he was more than deserving of her love and his real father’s love anything that made her this ridiculously happy would be hers. “Let’s go pearl hunting in the Summer Court!”

“Hmmm…” he plucked the book from her hands. Studying the words as if it were some text in another language. “You know...now that you mention the Summer Court, I do have business there.”

"Really?" A spark glowed brightly in her eyes turning to face Lucien. She smiled. Warm and bright like the sun itself. His heart swelled at her elated expression. Then she watched him with suspicion. “What business?”

He shrugged. “Special mate gift.”

Her eyes turned into slits. “Uh huh. What are you hiding?”

Lucien nodded towards the book left abandoned on the desk. “Where did you find this?” then back to Elain who still watched him with a slight wariness. He could draw this out if he wanted to. Cauldron he should’ve put the book back on the shelf when he was finished and not on the table where clearly anyone that was curious would find it.

“The Library.” He shot her a look that said obviously but where. Elain rolled her eyes. “On a table in the back. There was a page marked…” she trailed off lost in thought.

The page was the pearl hunting. Lucien had a special gift in the Summer Court. Sneaky bastard. She tried to give him a flat look but her excitement won out. Elain grasped his face, her mouth crashing into his with such force, Lucien gripped the chair to steady them so they didn’t fall backwards. Once they were stable. His arms wrapped around her, hands splayed on the swell of her back. She laughed, breaking the kiss. The sound radiating from her like she were the sun and her laughter the sunrays that warmed his skin.

“I saw the book. Read it before but seeing it I remembered about the pearl hunting. Worked my oh so charming magic and secured us a private pearl hunting experience. So when do I win the best mate award?”

Elain reached for the buttons on his tunic. “I say now.” and her mouth was on his again.

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For the Elucien week drabbleathon, can I have Lucien finding out about his bio father and talking through his feelings with Elain?

ELUCIEN WEEK

DAY 7: FREE CHOICE

Okay so this is kinda funny to get this. I actually have this in my docs that's a multi chapter fic. The feelings bit with Elain is spoilery for the story itself so I can't share that...yet. But what I can do is show this part. Basically in this story, Elain finds out of Lucien's parentage through a vision and this scene below is what happens after that. It's set to be a few parts. Where Lucien deals with this information and then Lucien and Elain playing matemakers lmao. The chapter after this is where we deal with Lucien and talking to Elain I can tag you in it whenever I post this story to tumblr.

TRIGGER WARNING: very, very slight mention of child abuse

The three of them settled in the sun-lit room. For an office it was worlds different than Rhys' in the river estate back in Velaris. That room was a standard four walls. This one, Helion's office in the Day Court was a rounded room. Tall ivory columns wrap around the circular area. There were no windows, it was simply an open space allowing the sunlight and the warm kiss of its rays inside to dance along the tiled floor. Elain adored the sun peering in at every angle and the soft breeze that followed. She only wished they were here for better circumstances.

Glancing between the High Lord of Day and her mate, the resemblance was uncanny. From their posture, sitting regal yet with an air of recklessness to the silken strands of hair, matching grins, and the shape of their eyes. Mother above even their nose was the same. There was no denying her vision wasn’t false. They scarcely were.

When she told Lucien of seeing Helion and his mother, he refused to believe it. He was Beron's son unfortunately. His mother would never hide this from him. Elain pointed out to him that he did in fact cleave an unbreakable spell to come to her aide that day in Hyberns. No Autumn court member, high fae or otherwise had done that. Lucien attempted to pin it on the bond. Elain dismissed it bringing up his tendency to glow when in the throes of passion. The seer had once asked her sister if this common for faes to glow while being intimate. Feyre told her it was power from the High Lord of Day. Elain never could make sense of it. Why her mate glowed like a fire bug in the summer seasons until her vision. Lucien claimed it could be from a crossed lineage years ago.

“Lucien...you said you never felt like you were a Vanserra. That there was something wrong with you.”

“Maybe this is why. Because you’re not a Vanserra. We go to the Day Court and ask Helion says no then fine.”

There was panic and fear in his russet eyes when he looked at her. “What if he says yes?”

Elain crossed the threshold to her love taking his face in her hands, resting their foreheads together, her fingers lacing with his. “Then I will be there with you and together we will hear him out.”

With reluctance he agreed and now they were here, an awkward tension like a dense fog slowly filling the silent room.

Lucien leaned backed in the golden chair, hand flexing at fae speed on the arm of it, his equally golden eye whirring as it zeroed in on Helion. The High Lord's brows quirked up in amusement, a roguish smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.

"I've always wondered what that eye of yours could do. What it could see." Elain's cheeks flushed a vibrant pink, Helion's gaze fell on her offering a wink, "Petal." He purred, "Is it alright if I call you petal?"

The smile he gave her could turn someone's insides into liquid heat. No wonder he had as many lovers as there were clouds in the sky. She chuckled before answering, shifting in her seat, "Elain is fine."

"Ah, I see. We don't want to upset your mate and have him feel left out."

Helion turned to Lucien who remained silent and watching. A steely gaze on his father, Not father and his boots tapping with the same ferocity as his hand. Elain reached through the bond feeling wave after wave of anxiousness roiling through him. It was enough to make her feel nauseous like they were in a sea of turbulent waters instead of seated, far away from any ocean. His heart, she could tell, was battering so quickly Elain was surprised it didn’t fling directly out of chest. There was something else she noticed in the bond. Realization. He knew. And Lucien was not handling it well in his mind. Elain poured her affections down the bond then overlapping her hand with his. Sweeping a thumb over his knuckles. A silent statement to say, I'm here.

Elain smiled tenderly, noting the appreciation in his russet eye as Lucien glanced at her fingers. Sliding in between his own, squeezing them in reassurance. He repeated the action to her, holding tightly as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. Then his eyes met hers. The nervousness etched on his beautiful face softened. Her heart fluttered as it always did when he looked at Elain this way. Like she was his home. His comfort. His everything. Just as he was hers.

Helion coughed a bit too loudly to be real, breaking their moment, "I hate to break up this lovely storybook moment petal. If this is about the Pegasus who ate Rhys' shirt. One Rhys should come and two he left it in the stables. If you’ll excuse me, I do have a party to prepare for and guests will be arriving shortly.” Helion made to stand.

"Sit.” Lucien snarled. Helion’s eyes widened at the pitch and the bite of the one word. “We don't know anything about a Pegasus. We're here on our own accord." Lucien curtly stated.

The two high fae stared each down as Helion slid back into his chair. The fog thick tension is now so deep a knife could only strike it. Helion lifted a hand over his heart " Unfortunately, I don't take mated mates as lovers. I'm honored you thought of me to share your bed." He teased with a lovers grin. The fire in Lucien’s eye was a roaring flame. He was several seconds from exploding. Elain has seen him angry, furious, but nothing like this. If he wasn’t her mate, she’d be frightened at the burning rage beneath him.

"I find that odd. Being if Feyre or Nesta were here you'd take the chance." Elain challenged feeding off the energy her mate emitted.

"I-" His eye shuttered briefly before meeting Elain's again, "Sweet petal," he crooned before he could speak again Elain cut him off feeling Lucien's waring feelings churning through the bond.

"There's a reason you'd deny me. Us. I think it deals with a vision I had and Lucien." She gripped her mate tighter feeling his hand grow clammy yet white hot beneath her own.

Helion grew quiet, brows pressed together, his tanned chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Holding a stern gaze with Lucien. "Of?"

"The past."

Helion blanched, the color of his skin fully drained. All hints of the easy going High Lord faded into nothing. A mask of steel replaced it.

"What did you see?" His voice faltered, shaking and strained. He cleared his throat, aiming for a deeper tone in his voice. One that caused anyone to listen and obey. If an ominous storm with roaring thunder that streaked the sky in lighting had a voice it would’ve sounded like this. It came through gritted teeth in a low predatory growl. "What did you see?"

"You will not speak to her like that." Lucien snapped. Slamming his fists on the desks sparks of embers shot from his hands. Elain jumped back into the chair. Helion had the good sense to look startled for a moment, "Unlike you or my mother, she doesn't keep things from me." then Lucien added that and the steeled features returned.

It was Helion’s turn to stand and move for move copy his son’s actions. “Listen boy. I will rip your throat out if you insult your mother like that in my presence again are we clear?”

Lucien scoffed. Not the usual playful scoff Elain had grown accustomed to. This was laced with malice. “You don’t think I’ve heard threats like this before? My entire life? "I've been beaten for saying less.”

Elucien watched as the emotionless expression Helion wore quickly faded. Now his face crumbled. Pained with grief, the glow in his eyes gone as he stepped away from Lucien. Her eyes darted between the two. This wasn’t just protecting a secret she realized. There was love here. For the lady of the autumn court, and for his son. Her mate.

"I'm sorry." Helion let out in a defeated sigh. "Forgive me. forgive us."

For as fast as that heated anger ripped through Lucien, it seemed to to die down. Like the loud sigh for Helion somehow cooled her mate down.

"I-" Lucien turned to Elain unsure of what to do. Elain did not respond the whites of her eyes rolled up, her body falling back into the chair.

Mate.

The word seared in her head, when thrust back into the past, seeing Helion and the Lady of the Autumn Court together. As if her inner eye was speaking to her, revealing a part neither Lucien nor herself were ready for. Now she felt it. The golden spark tethering two souls. Pure, protective, unbreakable love. Seconds later she came back to reality.

Lucien no longer standing at the desk but kneeling in front of her. Calloused palms on hers while he searched her features.

“Elain?”

She didn’t look at him. Her gaze landed on Helion who took a step back.

“You’re mates."

“There are things bigger than telling you the truth. Stakes are high dealing with him and a situation like ours. This conversation cannot happen here.” Helion drew a finger to follow as he stood. “Ears are everywhere in Prythian. You should know this.” He fixed a sorrowful look on Lucien. “We will talk in my inner office.”

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You are mine and I am yours.

Mate.

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For the elucien drabbles "If you steal the blankets I am going to put my cold feet on you." maybe?

Elucien Week

Day 7: Free Choice

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An annoyed snarl came from Lucien as Elain for the fifth, eighth, cauldron maybe twelfth time that night pulled the blankets from him. Burrowing herself beneath the heavy fabric staving off the frigid temperature in the room. Yes, they were staying in the Winter Court as guests for a couple of days at the request of his brother, Eris to secure an audience with Kallias. Since the High Lord of Winter found pleasant company in Lucien, Eris approached his youngest brother. Before Lucien knew what had happened, he and his mate were at the gates of the Winter Palace. The people were nice enough. Kallias, Vivienne and their son Aspen, who was around the age of Nyx, were as jubilant as ever.

But did it have to be So. Damn. Cold.

Though Lucien gathered freezing temperatures for them were most likely equal to autumn court and the heat there. It helped them keep better control of their magic and not to much strengthen it. The Winter Court must be doing the same. For the love of the mother, raise the heat in the rooms. He would do it himself, if he was sure the glacial bedroom wouldn’t melt. Having both fire and his father’s magic inside of him, which he was still learning and thus was reluctant on heating anything.

And so now Lucien and Elain are here. In a room that could freeze off a favorite part of his anatomy. While his thief of a mate stole the blankets. Again.

“If you would have listened to me my love, you wouldn’t be so cold.” Elain grumbled into the pillow. “But no. What did you say?”

Lucien remained silent. Refusing to repeat those words. It would only dig him a frozen grave. Instead he opted for the middle ground. “Flower,” he crooned. “We could just share?”

At that his mate sat up turning to meet him. She smiled sweetly, her golden brown hair unbound framing her face. A dust of pink across her nose and cheeks. Even in the chilled room she still stole his breath away. “No. You need to learn a lesson mister.” She tugged the blanket tighter around her body.

“And what lesson would that be?”

“That you don’t know everything.” He snorted at her reply. “That maybe when your mate says you should pack heavier clothes and thicker socks to sleep in your response shouldn’t be to laugh and say I’ve walked through those lands and I have fire magic. I’ll be fine.” Her hands poked out from the blanket gesturing over him. “Now look at you.”

Elain loosening the thick blanket, gave him a chance. He took it, snatching the fabric from her hands. Damn her quick reflexes. Before the blanket fully fell from her body Elain tugged back regaining her hold.

“If you steal the blankets again I am going to put my cold feet on you.” he warned.

Her warm, chocolate eyes narrowed on him. “I’d like to see you try.”

A challenged grin formed on his lips. He didn’t move towards her yet. Only reaching to pull his socks off. An act he would surely pay for later as an icy blast struck his bare feet. And then Lucien lunged for his mate. Elain squeaked as he pinned her down with the force of his body. Covering her in kisses trailing down her jaw and throat. Distracted by the welcome heat of his mouth on her cool skin, Lucien snaked his feet through the opening of the blanket. She yelped at his bare feet coming into contact with the coldness. Like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on her.

“Lucien!” she kicked her legs trying to push him off her. He only laughed into the tender spot where her shoulder and neck met. “Lucien please your feet are freezing.” He only dragged his toes up and down her lower leg and squirmed. “Fine. Fine, take it! Take the blankets.”

He chuckled pulling off her and falling back to the bed. Instead of being selfish this time Lucien pulled Elain close wrapping the blanket around them. Cocooned like this he knew it’d be safe. It took no time for him to warm the space between their bodies and the sheets. A sigh of contempt left them both.

“This is nice.” she yawned.

Lucien buried his nose in her soft locks. “We could have had this all night. But you-”

Elain turned in his arms, a firm finger pointed at him pushing into his chest. “Do not finish that sentence Lucien Vanserra.”

He wrapped his hand around her finger bringing it to his lips. “I love you.” He knew by the way her features softened, that he had won. This round.

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So because I'm an indecisive af Libra I can't decide what I want to do for today's free choice and then it hit me. I can just do a mini drabble-a-thon for my Elucien pals to show how much I really appreciate you guys making this week amazing with the posts, the likes, and the reblogs.

All you have to do is send in a prompt. I'll write a 100-500 word drabble for you!

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Elucien Week [7]: Free Day

For my free day, I decided to create a moodboard of Elucien in love. I know they’re going to serve us the best tender romance.

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Day 7: Free Choice

Elain will flourish with sun, challenge, romance, and adventure.

She will:

No longer be described as sleeping blooms.

No longer be obstructed by shadows.

No longer live life as a doll.

No longer live a lie.

No longer deny true love with her mate.

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@elucienweek Day 7: Free Day✨

Modern Elucien

College sweethearts

Travel a lot

Goofiest goofs to ever goof

Definately the kind to do couple face-masks

They're each other's home

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ELUCIEN WEEK;

DAY 7

FREE DAY

A small sketch of our dearest firedick I did last week

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Elucien Week - Day 7 Free Day

Elain Archeron by me @positivewitch

On their visit to The Day Court, Elain wears Day Court clothes for the first time

Bonus Lucien (after he saw her) :

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Elucien Week, Day Seven,

June 13th :: Free Day

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Lucien loves to pull Elain in for a dance in hopes to calm her nerves. She will be standing there trying not to get herself worked up, and all of a sudden, Lucien has her hand and he pulls her into a dance.

Elain loves to braid Luciens hair when they have nothing to do. If they find themselves with even five minutes to themselves with nothing, there will be times where Elain will just start braiding Luciens hair, knowing that it won't stay in place, not without a hairtie. But she just loves the act of braiding Luciens hair.

There are times, much less common, but there are times, when, during an argument, that seems to be going no where, Elain will just stop what she's doing and tell a joke. It throws Lucien off so much, that she knows, he will both laugh at the joke and that she won the argument. Lucien will then immediately follow up with a joke of his own, argument forgotten.

Elain loves how sassy and witty Lucien can be, and quickly learned how to match him so he doesn't always have the upper hand in the sass. Often times she leaves him speechless now with how sassy she can be with him now. Lucien absolutely loves it.

Living in the Day Court is absolutely amazing, but it does have its disadvantages. The fact that Helion feels he has a few hundred years to catch up on being a father, while simultaneously embarrassing his son infront of the new girl all at once is one of them. Lucien says he hates it, but secretly, there is a very small part of him that likes it, because it's positivity from a father instead of the negative hatred from one. Elain finds it absolutely hilarious.

Anytime they visit the Night Court, one would think that it would be Elain hyping Lucien up and calming his nerves, but it's the other way around. While Elain loves her family and misses them dearly, the Night Court wasn't where she chose to be, and she always worries that it will be thrown in her face when she visits, and Lucien has to calm her nerves each time before visiting that it won't. It never is, both her sisters couldn't be happier to see Elain living her life and thriving.

Lucien and Elain at the end of every week, take a FREE DAY, solely for themselves, because they love each other, and want to strengthen the bond as much as they can.

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